“This was a nice vacation,” Kalmin muttered, his head pressed against Deimos’ chest. Mira cuddled his arm.
“It was,” she agreed. “We should come back some time to see it again.”
“With the group or just the three of us?”
“I’d be fine with whatever,” Deimos sighed.
“Same,” Mira replied.
For what felt like centuries, the three of them just embraced each other in this white little room listening to the waves crash and birds chirp.
“Kalmin?” Deimos mumbled softly.
“Hm?”
“Take care of Mira for me.”
Mira looked up at him. Deimos looked tired. Stressed.
“I will,” Kalmin whispered.
“Mira?”
“Yeah?”
His green eyes were intense. “Take care of Kalmin for me.”
She smiled and kissed him. “I will,” she said between haste little pecks.
“I…we’re going to miss you,” Kalmin mumbled.
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